DMT: Not Like any Other Experience

"Are
you ready?" Dave, my ground crew, held the glass
pipe which contained the tiny flake of orange DMT
freebase. "Are you sure you're ready?" I
assured him I was ready and held the pipe to my mouth.
"Now I gotta hold this pipe because sometimes
people go right out." He made a downward sweep
of his hand and went, "Thoomp!" I nodded.

He held the butane flame under the pipe. The tiny
crystals began to sizzle. As I sucked in the first
of the fumes I felt nothing. I didn't get enough.
I couldn't get a full inhale. On the second inhale
the DMT had started to melt and bubble, pouring out
a heady vapor.

The smell of the DMT definitely set the tone of the
trip. It has a sickly sweet scent to it, like an exotic
sandalwood or jasmine oil mixed with mothball. As
inhaled the second lungful it felt like I had stuffed
a big wad of chemical cotton candy into my mouth.
Then the circus started.

My eyes were focused on the pipe but the periphery
of my vision began to sparkle and oscillate with waves
of light. A powerful buzz on the same frequency as
the light oscillation grew in my head. The more I
inhaled the more profound and intense the buzzing
became. Each gasp of vapor stoked up the effect until
my head was swarming with noise and light.

When I could inhale no more I waved my hand to Dave
and he pulled the pipe away. As I held in the vapor
the entire room began to shimmer. It seemed as if
every surface had been polished to mirror shine; clean,
brilliant and perfect. Light was everywhere, bouncing
off of me and moving through me. The depth and contour
of light was so elaborate that every surface seemed
to be crawling with life, convecting, pulsing and
oozing with it's own signature vibration.

I stared up at the stucco pattern in the ceiling and
noticed they had begun to crawl. Random bumps became
little eyes, pointed noses, giggling mouths. The little
people had arrived and were literally coming out of
the woodwork. They poked out of the ceiling, waved
and made faces. I could make out four of them; a stickly
troll, a laughing clown, a dancing harlequin, a diabolical
imp.

They were bouncing a spinning object between
them, a complex geometrical shape spun like a top.
My curiosity about this object grew and the harlequin
held it out to me. As it's hands telescoped down from
the ceiling I could see it was balancing a spinning
jewel on it's index finger.

I suddenly realized that I was having Terence McKenna's
trip. Damn if he wasn't rght-on-the-nose about these
crazy elves. As this realization washed over me the
elves burst into uproarious laughter. They were laughing
themselves silly, giggling, rolling across the ceiling
and holding their stomachs. But there was somethng
else. I felt there was more to this space than just
the elves and time was running out. I pushed beyond
elvin mischief deeper into the DMT realm. I did not
expect what came next.
Dave had put on some music before sending me up, a
tribal thing wth lots of drumming and grunting. As
the elves retreated the music became alive. Everything
in the room reverberated to the sound of the music.
A chorus of bongos and erotic moaning pounded through
the room. A tightening rush of energy tingled in my
abdomen. I could smell my lover.

"It's sex," I announced to Dave in total
awe. It was the first thing I said since inhaling.
It was barely one minute into the trip and the room
became alive with sex. Images of nude bodies entangled
in tantric frenzy filled every spot I looked. Pictures
of mushrooms became ejaculating penises. The smooth
curve of a beer bottle became my lover's ass, a touch
of blue became her eyes. She was with me, inside me,
inside my reality.

My body tensed up so tight I felt like I was having
an orgasm. Although I never attained an erection,
my legs and abdomen suddenly felt covered by a thick,
warm, electric fluid. I was startled and stood up.
The sensation slid off me.

"This is phenomenal" I said to Dave. He
was a bit surprised that I was able to stand. He nodded
and smiled, not wanting to project on my trip. Halos
of light shimmered off his body.

As I took a deep breath the skin on my face began
to tighten. The muscles around my eyes snapped in
hard. My mind slowly shifted. The hum raised it's
frequency. I could see all the light now, not just
the white light coming from the lamp, but a whole
spectrum of colored photons shooting through the room.
I felt like I was in the center of a great jewel.
My jaw creaked open and cracked. I stretched out the
muscles and tendons. My ears popped.

Every surface in the room suddenly had infinte
depth.
Any surface that reflected light (the glossy poster,
the picture frame, the slick postcard) appeared as
a window into a swirling dimension and beyond.

As I examined the surface of the poster holographic
images appeared, spun, and changed at every angle.
It was like gazing into an object I had as a child,
a small reflective button covered with tiny plastic
ridges. If held at one angle an image of a smiling
clown would appear. Held the other way it was the
same face, but crying. Turn the button in a 45 degree
arc and the face goes happy, sad, happy, sad, happy.

Beneath the surface of the poster I could
see a slowly but constantly convecting fluid.
This, I perceived, was matter in its true state, continually
reinventing itself, crystallizing from the inside
out in all directions at once and melting away at
the surface. It was in constant flux, pushing against
space-time and continually interacting with waves
and particles of energy, the same waves and particles
that flow through me, bounce off me and are generated
by me. This realization was deep, affirming, comforting,
reassuring. The wall seemed to smile at me and say,
"Yes, don't you see now how we are all connected.
We are all part of the same whole."

I smiled to myself. I suppose this realization may
be startling to some people, but it happens to be
the basis of my own personal cosmology, so I was pleased.
I was perfectly at peace to see everything pulsing
and convecting wth the same fluid energy that flowed
through me. Perhaps what I saw and felt was pure projection
of my own consciousness, but nonetheless it was real.
Somewhere inside I knew the world was always like
this. I just had to look at the proper angle to see
it. Fortunately, DMT provided this perspective.
I intuitively felt that the DMT had somehow sped up
my brain's sensory processors. Light and sound waves
broke out of their macroscopic patterns and could
be sensed at quantum levels. Frequencies not normally
accessible to human range were suddenly tangible.
My most intense hallucinations followed the tightening
of my face and eye, leading me to believe that an
actual physical alteration in the sensory mechanics
was being made, a fourth dimensional focusing of some
kind.

Just past the five minute mark I started to
come down. I felt energized, electric, fully
focused and awake for perhaps the first time in my
life. I smoked DMT at approximately 1am and stayed
up late into the night discussing it with Dave. I
felt reborn, alive, confident, spiritually activated.